Darling, you like to play with fire.
To be drenched in gasoline is what you desire.
Late nights you never seem to tire
Cause darling, you like to play with fire,
And pretend your slipping life weren’t so dire,
So easily tempted by two pairs of speeding tire.
Tag: Poem
Inspired by you Colors, Poetry by Kerry Akers
One day, the blackness rolls away
I see it right there- in front of my face.
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